Pet

Disclaimer-I don't own Crossing Jordan. I only own a dirty mind a computer and a friend whose need for smut is as great as mine. Smooches Snarky.


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I feel his lips next to my ear as I work over the body on the table.

“Tonight, nine, my place. Wear your collar and nothing else.”

I shiver at the feeling of his breath in my ear and feel my knees grow weak at the thought of what he’ll do to me. This kind of order only comes along when he’s been having a very bad week and this week has been very, very bad.

I know that tonight will be especially thrilling if he wants me to come over in my collar and a trench coat. It means I’ll be going straight into a scene, no drinks and talk first. Just drop to my knees the moment the door is closed and be prepared to be his slut until he’s satisfied. That satisfaction is more than likely to include pain and humiliation and I’m already wet and horny at the thought.

I never contemplated any kind of kink beyond maybe being handcuffed to the bed or handcuffing my bed partner until the night I stopped by his place and he wasn’t home. I let myself in with the key he’d given me and sat down to wait. As I flipped through a coffee table book he had, I noticed that the hall closet was open. Funny I thought he said the door was jammed shut when he bought the place. I walked over to look and discovered that instead of a closet there was a huge room.

The door led into the loft next to his and this place was full of chains, ropes and interesting racks and chairs. I turned to go and spotted a wall full of whips, crops and sex toys. Suddenly it hit me; my best friend has his own personal BDSM dungeon. The door shut behind me and a voice growled in my ear.

“Now you have to pay the penalty for snooping.”

I turned and looked at him. “Yeah right, very funny ‘Master’. I don’t get turned on by sex games.”

“Really?” He said pulling my blouse open to reveal my very erect nipples. “Your tits would seem to disagree.”

He grabbed my arms and pulled me to a wall covered with chains set into the concrete at varying heights, each one ending in a leather cuff. Before I could form a coherent objection, he had me stripped and secured at the wrists and ankles. He walked to the whips and came back with a small flog dragging it across my skin so that I could feel how soft the braided cord was.

“Your safe word is ‘liberty’, use it and everything is over. Until you say it, I decide everything and in this room, you call me ‘Sir’. From this moment until you walk out that door, you are my slut. Clear.” He dragged the handle of the flog across my breasts and then flicked the cords across my nipples just hard enough to sting. “I asked a question, slut. Answer me.”

For a moment, I thought about using the safe word and getting the hell out of there, but this was Garret, my best friend. I could trust him. I dropped my eyes to the floor and said. “Yes, sir.”

“Good. Now just so that you understand completely, you are allowed to beg all you want, not that it will sway me in the least. However, if you entertain me enough with your pleas, I might let you come as a reward. If you are not restrained you are not allowed to touch yourself unless I tell you to do so.” He paced in front of me for a moment, then flicked the small whip across me again. “Outside this room nothing changes. We go on as though none of this ever happens.”

He stood in front of me with an expectant look on his face. “Yes, Sir.”

As soon as I answered, he turned and walked to the wall where the toys were returning with something in his hand. I tried to see what it was but he forced my chin up and made me focus on him. I felt his fingers begin to pinch and tease one of my nipples until it was hard and erect again, then he showed me what was in his hand.

It was a velvet covered nipple clamp, which he placed over my nipple. The pinch was just on the edge of painful and I moaned as he repeated the entire process with my other nipple. After he’d secured both he add a chain to connect the two and put a small weight on it, then with a flick of his finger started the chain swinging. I gasped and the moaned louder at the pleasure/pain sensation.

While I was entranced by the sensations of the nipple clips, Garret turned back to the toy wall and spent several moments looking things over. He came back with a mask and placed it over my face. I heard him walking back to the wall and wondered what would happen next.

There was no sound in the room for several moments and then suddenly I felt something touch my stomach. I quivered in anticipation and held my breath. Minutes seemed to crawl by as whatever it was, was dragged over my thighs and stomach repeatedly. Finally, I couldn’t take another moment.

“Garret, what are you doing?” As soon as the words left my mouth, I realized what I had said. A stinging slap landed on my breasts, followed by one on my stomach then the tops of my thighs, finally my legs were spread and something was clamped onto my lips as his finger stroked my clit. I moaned and thrust forward seeking more but was rewarded with a strike of the small flog to my dripping sex.

I stood for a moment unable to think unable to breath and then as the stinging faded there was another strike in the same place and I gasped out. “Yes, please….more.”

I wasn’t certain that I had said it out loud, but the chuckle at my ear told me I had.

“Well, I thought you might enjoy this, slut. I’ve been looking for a new pet and I think I just found one.” The flog stung my tender lips again and I moaned. For the next several minutes, he alternated flogging and stroking my clit. I was moaning and writhing when he stepped back away from me and I thrust toward him seeking more contact.

“So responsive, you learn very quickly, don’t you, pet?”

“Please, sir, please touch me.”

“Very nicely done, pet. As a reward you can have a treat.” He came over, unfastened all the restraints, and removed the mask, leading me over to a chair that looked like a cross between a dentist’s chair and a medieval gynecologist exam table. He buckled my ankles into place and scooted me down until my ass was nearly falling off the end. He then walked to the head, dropped the back down, and fastened my wrists to the restraints on the chains bolted to the floor.

The result was that I was spread completely open unable to close my legs or lift my head more than an inch or two. Surprisingly this position was comfortable. He walked away in the direction of the toy wall and came back. I felt him lift my hips and slide something under me and around my thighs. Then I felt something hard and cold at my entrance.

He slowly pushed a dildo inside of me. The damn thing was huge; it felt a foot long and three inches in diameter as he slowly worked it into me then buckled whatever he’d slipped around me to it. When I felt a buzzing sensation, I began to moan. He’d strapped a vibrator inside of me and was now moving up to my head. Something was placed in my hand and he whispered in my ear.

“That is your new safe signal slut, because I intend to keep your mouth busy for a while. If you cannot handle things drop the cloth and the scene ends, understand?”

“Yes, sir.” I answered already panting heavily from the vibrations rushing through me. I wondered how he would be keeping my mouth busy and dropped my eyes to the bulge in the front of his jeans. I didn’t realize I was licking my lips until he chuckled.

“Hungry, slut?” I could only nod my head. “Tell me what you want, slut.”

“Please sir, may I taste your cock?” I couldn’t believe that I was a well trained professional, an independent woman, begging my best friend to used me like the slut he called me. I really couldn’t believe that the idea was turning me on. I don’t think I had ever been this hot.

He dropped the head of the chair back and unzipped his jeans. Lily and I had once speculated on the underwear choices of our male co-workers. We had decided that Garret was a strictly boxers kind of guy, we were completely wrong, he went commando.

As he slid the jeans down his thighs, my eyes were glued to his cock. Standing fully erect against his belly, it was at least eight inches and very thick. He gripped it firmly and stroked once, twice and a third time. A drop of glistening liquid oozed out the tip and I licked my lips again and strained toward him trying to reach him with my mouth but he was just a little too far away.

“Please, sir, please let me have a taste.” I begged and thrust my tongue forward struggling to touch him.

He moved forward just far enough for me to lick off the drop with the tip of my tongue. He tasted sweet and salty and I began to beg for more. He moved a little closer and slid the tip into my mouth and I lapped at it and strained my hands toward him wanting to pull him deeper into my mouth. He leaned over me and thrust in just an inch or two and my tongue explored the new offering thoroughly, swirling around his shaft as I whimpered for more.

It took almost three minutes for him to enter my mouth fully and I was amazed when I felt his balls brush over my nose. I had never been able to deep throat anyone, but with the angle my head was at, he was down my throat and I felt no discomfort at all. I began to suck him in earnest, swallowing to work my throat around him.

As I worked on him, I felt the level of vibration inside me change alternating from very light to so intense I felt as though it would shake me apart. He must have a remote control because there was no way he could reach it from this angle without choking me. Then as he began to slowly thrust in and out of my mouth, I felt the vibrator begin to move around about half way down its shaft.

I moaned at the new sensation and he thrust harder into my mouth. I was entranced by the level of power I had and began moaning more. I felt more than heard his soft groan at the vibrations in my throat and sucked harder moaning repeatedly as he began thrusting harder into my mouth, fucking my throat.

Time seemed to slow to a crawl as I lay back and enjoyed the feel of him and the vibration in my dripping slit. Suddenly, I felt a sharp light stinging sensation inside me, I moaned and wriggled wondering what it could be. It repeated again and I realized that the vibrator inside of me was also an electrostim unit.

I had heard from a friend who played with the S/M scene that electrostim was amazing but had never thought I would try it. As the random repeated shocks continued, I felt as though a fire had been lit inside me and each jolt of the unit fanned the flames. I was soon moaning wildly around Garret and sucking frantically on him as he fucked my throat, my hips thrusting against the restraint as I bucked up in time with the electrostim shocks.

Suddenly he thrust deep into my throat and exploded, I could taste the sweet wild flavor of him as he spurted into me and then pulled back. I sucked as hard as I could hoping to keep him in my mouth, but a stinging slap from the flog across my breast caused me to gasp, letting him go.

He moved around beside me and began lightly flogging me as I moaned and gasped at the sensations flooding my body. I was shuddering and straining just on the edge of orgasm but needing something to push me over when he grasped the chain attached to the nipple clamps and pulled up on it slowly lifting and stretching my nipples almost to the point of true pain. He then began giving tiny little tugs that fired sparks of delicious pain across my nerve endings.

As I began writhing and gasping out, begging him to let me come he suddenly reached out and released the nipple clamps. My nipples felt as though someone had held a lit match to them. The burning sensation pushed me over the edge and I began humping wildly as waves of the most intense orgasm I’d ever experienced washed over me.

When the sensations finally subsided after what felt like hours, I lay there trembling at the aftershocks flowing through me gasping for breath and drenched in sweat. Garret immediately removed the restraints and carried me to the large bed on the opposite wall. He wrapped me in a soft blanket and held me as my body began to tremble. I looked at him with dazed eyes unable to form a coherent word to ask him why I was shaking so when I wasn’t cold.

“It’s merely your body reacting, pet.” He said to the unspoken question. “It’ll pass in a few minutes.” He stroked my hair softly and murmured. “You are so amazingly responsive, pet. So talented and trusting, I’m very pleased.”

I felt so happy at the thought that I had pleased him, my mind drifted over what had happened, and I shivered at the thought of more to come. No wonder my friend, Zoë, swore that she would do anything for her master. Garret had shown me things about my body I had never known before and gave me more pleasure than anyone ever had. I would do anything for him.

After my body stopped trembling and I began to feel warm again, Garret stood up and walked across the room, coming back with something in his hand. I sat up on the bed and he held it out to show me. It was a buttery soft leather collar with a small tag on it, which read Pet. I touched it with tears in my eyes and nodded at him, raising my chin so that he could fasten it around my throat.

I looked up at him suddenly overwhelmed with a feeling I’d never known before. It was an amazing mixture of love, respect, and the slightest tremble of fear. I would do anything he asked, willingly, he was my master. I slid from the bed and knelt in front of him, leaning forward to press my lips to his feet.

I looked up and felt the tears begin to fall. “Beloved master.” I whispered as his hand reached down to stroke my hair and he held it out to raise me up. He wrapped me in a soft warm robe and led me to the door.

After settling me on the couch, he fixed us each a drink and sat beside me, pulling my legs up onto his lap. We sat in silence, sipping our drinks as I fingered the collar and thought back over the scene. I turned around on the couch and snuggled against him. He pulled me closer and held me protectively.

“Sir?” I began.

“Outside the room it’s Garret, Jordan.” His voice was once again the normal Garret rumble not the silky growl I heard in the dungeon.

“Garret, how long have you been doing this?” I asked feeling Pet slip away and Jordan come back. I suddenly missed the other self he had given me.

“Since college.” I could hear the smile in his voice. “Shocked?”

“Not really, you’ve always been a ‘take charge’ kind of guy.” A memory of a comment he made a few weeks ago danced across my mind and I raised my head to look at him. “So I guess this means you will be putting me on a leash.” We both grinned. “I promise Pet will not chew through it.”

“Do you have any idea how hard you made me when you asked me if I was gonna put you on a leash?” He gave me that sexy pirate grin of his and I felt a tremor flow through me.

“Will we have straight sex too?” I asked breathlessly hoping for a yes.

“I sincerely hope so.” Again the grin followed by the tremor. I leaned forward and kissed him deeply. He pulled back slightly. “Not tonight, Jordan. In a few minutes you are going to be exhausted and what you need is sleep.” I couldn’t help the pout that made him laugh, thinking to myself how much I was going to enjoy this new aspect of our relationship.